Cuteness is a child's main line of defense. Without it... well, if
they acted the way they act while looking like toothy miniature
Ernest Bognines, we as parents would chuck them out the air-lock
posthaste. As Da-da's mentioned before, parenthood is somewhere
between Christmas and being roasted alive, and WE NEED A LITTLE
CHRISTMAS, even if it lasts five minutes. Without that little
cuteness window, all life on earth would cease to be.
Da-da has actually found himself discounting those reproducing humans
who don't have two or more boys. Families with a boy and a girl, or a
combination thereof, enjoy the even-ing out of of sexes; girls more
often than not balance out the boy influence in families... until
they become teens and all hell breaks loose and things reverse;
still, then it balances out the OTHER way. With two-plus-boy
families, you get all your emotional pain up front, pain that lasts
and lasts... until they become spastic nerfbag geeks. [sigh] Needless
to say, not many people inquire about Da-da's "day" anymore. If you
don't wanna know, don't ask.